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((Sorry about that everyone. This semester I have a bunch of teachers who are ruthless on the homework. That plus some other real life stupid stuff has been making it hard to actually post. Tomorrow I should finally get back to actually using this blog. Also, if anyone here plays Ratchet and Clank, I finally started my other RP blog, It’s Courtney, Bitch, back up again. But enough shameless promotion. You all have a good night, and I’ll hopefully be back tomorrow to give all your muses headaches again.))

((Logging off for the night. Hopefully I’ll be on more frequently more often, but don’t expect much Monday-Thursday. Anyways, everyone have a great night!))

Anonymous :

Wow. such ratatta. much percentage. very top

"You talk funny. But yea! Isn’t my Rattata the greatest! He’s so the best Pokemon ever!"

ominousartist :

Awesome! I can't wait! > w <

ominousartist:

top-percentage-of-rattata:

Joey smiled and gave a thumbs up to the stranger. After about 10 seconds, he thought to himself, “Wait, who was that?” as he scrolled down the large list of people he had registered in his PokeGear.

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The girl stood up, and patted her shorts, “who told your that girls have cooties?” The girl fell silent, and sat pensive for a moment “does that mean I have cooties too…?” With genuine concern, and a fearful look, the girl took a step back.

Joey glanced back at her and gave her a confused look. “Well… no!  But you’re not a little girl either! You’re… older so you’ve grown up enough to overcome cooties!” he shouted as he clearly made stuff up on the spot, uncertain what cooties were to begin with. “But little girls are cootie filled…cooties! They just sit there and braid each others hair and pretend to be princesses and give their stupid looking Pokemon makeovers!”

ominousartist :

Awesome! I can't wait! > w <

ominousartist:

top-percentage-of-rattata:

ominousartist:

top-percentage-of-rattata:

Joey smiled and gave a thumbs up to the stranger. After about 10 seconds, he thought to himself, “Wait, who was that?” as he scrolled down the large list of people he had registered in his PokeGear.

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She glanced upward until her gaze met his “I’ve heard dresses are comfy…” With a amused look written on her face she asked “do you wear dresses because they’re comfy too…?” A mischievous smile crept on her face, pushing the limits to see how far he would go.

Joey snarled at the girl and stuck his tongue out at her. “No way!” the boy yelled in an exasperated tone. “Dresses are for little girls who suck their thumbs and cry for their mommies! And I’m not a little girl!”

"So you’re not a girl… But you suck your thumb and cry for your mommy…?" Questioned the girl, unaware that her seemingly simple question could cause more drama than there already was.

"What? I don’t! Only little girls do that! And I’m not a little girl! I never cried for my mommy! Even when I lose a battle, I don’t ever cry! You know why? Cause I’m not a cootie-filled girly girl! And I never suck my thumb either!" he yelled, afterwards making a pout while crossing his arms and turning himself around.

top-percentage-of-rattata :

"Hi! My name's Joey! What's wrong with your hair? It looks like it's eating your face."

conflagratingeidolon:

top-percentage-of-rattata:

flamingbara:

"Hello Joey. My name is Lysandre. Apologize for your rudeness before I dump this fresh pot of coffee on you."

The boy looked down in embarrassment. Normally this would be the point where he would make an alleged quip about how he knew better, however, something about the stranger gave him the better judgement not to. Perhaps it was a feeling of slight fear in the presence of such an unusual person, or perhaps it was awe at how someone could go through so much and still be, at the very least, seemingly sane. Feeling that the room was awkwardly silent without him saying something, he chimed in with, “I know. I should have listened. My mom tells me I don’t pay attention to things all the time.”

"You don’t." he replied, flicking his hand and gesturing for his Litleo to join him on the counter. The kitten leaped up and settled against him, purring loudly, and he stroked it with his flesh hand. "The world is too precious to not attend to."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked before opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, looking down at it to see if it appeared as burnt as it felt. "And what’s that Pokemon?" he asked with his tongue still out of his mouth, muffling his voice somewhat.

ominousartist :

Awesome! I can't wait! > w <

ominousartist:

top-percentage-of-rattata:

Joey smiled and gave a thumbs up to the stranger. After about 10 seconds, he thought to himself, “Wait, who was that?” as he scrolled down the large list of people he had registered in his PokeGear.

-

She glanced upward until her gaze met his “I’ve heard dresses are comfy…” With a amused look written on her face she asked “do you wear dresses because they’re comfy too…?” A mischievous smile crept on her face, pushing the limits to see how far he would go.

Joey snarled at the girl and stuck his tongue out at her. “No way!” the boy yelled in an exasperated tone. “Dresses are for little girls who suck their thumbs and cry for their mommies! And I’m not a little girl!”

spookytraining :

Red passively glances at the young trainer and offers him a smile, patting the boy on the head before walking calmly away.

Joey looked up to the passerby with a gaze of awe and a jaw that seemed to mindlessly hang open. Realizing what had just happened, he waved wildly as he yelled, “Hi! You’re the coolest, you know that?”